Sheena: Hey everybody, it's me, Sheena, and we are here for your Halloween update or special actually not update, Halloween special episode. So we've got some scary stories for you, and we hope that they are perfect for your evening of Halloween. Sarah: And I'm Sarah. So I am super excited to be doing this episode because this is Halloween night, the scariest night of the year. Love it, love it. And we are hoping to maybe scare you a little bit tonight. Sheena: Hm ha ha ha. Sarah: I love it. I love the evil laugh. I love the evil laugh. Sheena: So I guess I'm going Sarah: Okay. Sheena: first. So I have one here that I picked out and it is it's it's called the Mount Pleasant Cemetery. So it starts off Mount Pleasant Cemetery, Toronto is a beautiful park like graveyard, a place of silence and a big city. As beautiful as it is, I've never set foot there again. I was watching my friend's dog and decided to bring her to Mount Pleasant to walk the trails. We walked for a while, checking out the headstones and trees and having a great time. It started getting dark and looking around I realized we were the only ones left. So, of course, the whole feeling of the place got really creepy. I picked up the dog and booted it out of there. We drove back to my place in about a fifteen minute drive and snuggled up on the couch with her on my lap. Suddenly I felt a rumbling coming from the dog and she sat bolt upright. Growling and staring fixedly at the open doorway leading to our basement. There was no noise, nothing I could see that would have triggered this reaction. Thank God my husband got back home shortly after. A couple of weeks later, my husband and I were out for a walk in our neighborhood and saw police tape around a nearby house. Our poor neighbor had been stabbed to death on his front lawn. Turns out he had a fender bender with the caretaker of Mount Pleasant Cemetery. And they exchanged insurance information. The cemetery caretaker wasn't happy about the outcome of the insurance case, so he murdered this poor man. Weird coincidence or nasty mojo from that graveyard? Sarah: Good. Crief. If all right. Well, sorry, bear with me. I'm having technical difficulties, so mm, I think Sheena: Hm. Sarah: I'm good to go now. My camera was off and I don't know what was going on. Anyway. All right. So I've decided to for my stories, take a little tour, ghost story tour through Pennsylvania 'cause I live in Pennsylvania and I love Pennsylvania. history and ghost lore and folklore and all that good stuff. So the first place we're gonna visit is Booby's brewery in Mount Joy, which is just down the street from me. so I'm gonna give you a little bit of a a little bit of a history with my story, but it'll be a ghost story. in the late 1800s, a German immigrant named Elo Eloise Booby bought a small brewery in Mount Joy, Pennsylvania. Over the next couple of decades, he turned it into something remarkable: a state-of-the-art lagering operation. A sprawling Victorian hotel, ornate beer halls, and a carved into the ground beneath it all, a set of arched stone catacombs where their beer was aged in the cold. So then came prohibition. Sheena: Mm. Sarah: The brewery shut down in 1920, and for decades the complex set and slowly decayed. The catacombs became a long echoing maze of dark stone. In 1982, an artist and preservationist named Sam Allen bought the place back to life. And today the building is listed on the National Register of Historic Places. And it's described as the only intact logger lager era brewery from the 19th century still standing in the US. Yay, PA. Okay, sorry. All right. So now it's a restaurant, an event space, and if you believe the people who work and dine there, something more. Guests and employees report feeling icy fingers on the back of the neck down in the catacombs when no one is standing behind them. They hear glasses clinking in the old bottling works when no one is pouring. They hear footsteps in empty hallways and they catch shadows moving at the edge of their vision. One employee reported watching a man in an old-fashioned coat walk straight through a locked door and vanish. The hotel rooms have their own reputation. Guests have woken up to find their suitcases moved, lights switched on that they swear they switched off, and whispering in the dark. There's one well-known case of there a woman had left in the middle of the night convinced something was watching her from the corner of her room. But the account I want to start with is a short one, and it's from a woman who took one of the brewery's ghost tours. So the tour moves through the building in a group and you know with a guide. with the lights low and everyone's attention pointed at the stories. And at some point this guest fell behind. So she stopped in a dim hallway near the second floor of the hotel. Maybe she was looking for something, maybe she was just catching her breath. We don't know, the account doesn't say. What the account does say is while she stood there alone in that hallway, a low male voice spoke to her. It wasn't a whisper from the walls or a creak that sounded like a word. It was clear And it was two words long. Get out. Sheena: Hm No, thank you. Sarah: Yeah. So she did. She listened to the voice. She's like, No. Sheena: Bye. Sarah: So there is not a whole lot to this story. I know it's it's very small. but the thing is she wasn't hunting for a ghost. She'd paid for a tour. So she was probably braced for a good scare, maybe even hoping for one. But there's a difference between a scare you bought a ticket for and a voice close and unmistakable, unmistakably telling you you're not welcome. so we don't know her name, we don't know like whether she ever went back. I don't know. I'd like to think she finished her evening with a very strong drink. In a very well-lit room. But yeah. So there is also a spirit that's most associated with Booby's brewery, and it is a woman. And most people who've reported seeing her describe her the same way. Her name was Pauline Engel, and she was Alo Aloise Aloise Booby's granddaughter. by the accounts told at the brewery, Pauline spent most of her life in seclusion in one wing of the old central hotel. And she struggled with mental health. Sheena: Mm. Sarah: She spent countless hours pacing the same hallways and the same staircases over and over in the same quiet corner of the building where she lived. So today, guests and staff describe seeing a woman in a long white gown moving through those same corridors. At least a dozen staff members have reported encountering her. One longtime waitress described seeing the woman walk to the top of the staircase that leads down into the catacombs and disappear. Not walk around a corner, disappear right Sheena: Hmm. Sarah: there in front of her. Hmm. The owner, Sam Allen, took it seriously enough to act immediately. He had staff search the stairs from both directions at once, top and bottom, so that no one could slip past. And they found no one. So people who study this kind of thing have a name for what the waitress may have seen. They call it a residual haunting. the idea is that a life say lived in the same pattern day after day, we've talked about this, might leave an imprint on a place. a recording that plays back when the conditions are right, in the stones, remember? Sheena: Yeah, the stone tape charity. Sarah: Yeah, so with no one inside, there's no one watching. So, it's it's not it's like Pauline is not trying to frighten anyone. She's just Walk in her hallway like she did when she was alive. Sheena: Mm-hmm. Sarah: So there is one more piece of Booby's Booby's history that I want to share because it involves a television crew. It's another story. In 2012, the sci-fi series Ghost Hunters came to the brewery. The family had a personal the family had a personal take. Sheena: Sorry, no. Sarah: Aloise's boob Sheena: Ghost adventures, not ghost hunters. Sorry. Sarah: Aloise Booby's great granddaughter, Jean Ellis. Had spent years guiding the brewery's ghost tours, and she invited the team in to find out whether the spirits, like you know, the people kept reporting, might actually be her ancestors. So the investigators set two oil lamps on a table, asked out loud for a sign, and watched. One lamp flickered and went out. The other kept burning. On their audio recorders. The team said they captured a voice whispering in German, telling someone to put out the flame. Now, for Jean Ellis, that landed hard because her great grandfather had been intensely careful about open flames ever since a fire destroyed the brewery's third floor in eighteen ninety three. Sheena: Understandable. Sarah: So when she watched the footage, she said it felt like confirmation that her family has never really left. So I don't know. I I thought those were kind of cool stories. I've been to the catacombs. they are very creepy because obviously you're going down into the basement. It's it's cold down there. there are, you know, my god, plus are you trying to scare us in the world, girl? Sheena: No. So Sarah: Okay. Sheena: we're recording a little early er today. So I have an alarm set for our normal like fifteen minutes before our normal recording time. So Sarah: god. Gotcha. Sheena: I can like make sure everything's working. Sarah: gotcha. Okay. Okay. No, so yeah, I I'm I've been to the catacombs. They are very creepy. And I I can promise you there are things in that house. I've been to Burby's been I'd I've and yeah. It's it's always been a little eerie. So Sheena: Mm. well, I guess I'm doing Reddit stories and Sarah's giving us true stories from Pennsylvania. So this is fun. So Sarah: Yeah. Sheena: I have one that's about good old Appalachia. Sarah: Two? Okay. Sweet. Sheena: So we've got this here from Dooby Dooby Dopy on Reddit and it's goes I live in the heart of Appalachia and this is easily the most terrifying story of one of my experiences. The story may be short or it may be drawn out. I am recounting these events as I type, as it was honestly one Of the most horrifying things I have experienced, and it brings me genuine stress to think about. It happened maybe two to three years ago. I live in southern West Virginia and have for my entire life. The woods and mountains surround every direction you look, and at nighttime it is a darkness that you can never dream of unless you have experienced it. I was with a friend, I'll call him Mark. Mark was at my house one evening doing the usual things, watching UFC, playing at Xbox, etc. It was extremely late when we finally get bored and decided to go for a walk on a nearby trail to smoke a joint. This is not a particularly long trail, but it is very dense in the woods that surrounds it, and it is easy to get freaked out when thinking of your surroundings. We finally got to about halfway into the trail, which is about thirty minutes in, which for me that's really long. Sarah: Yeah. Mm-hmm. Sheena: So so here we go we stop, pack our joint, and stand on the trail to chill and talk. The forest is very alive tonight. There are always noises in the woods, but the amount of animal activity for this time of night, at this point it was probably past 1 a.m. This was strange and kind of eerie, but not alerting as any sort of predatory animals in the area may cause a disturbance. We finish smoking and continue our walk when almost immediately the forest falls dead quiet. And as soon as the fork forest goes quiet there is a voice and it almost sounds like a mocking humanoid voice, shaky and uncertain, almost like an old children's toy, like the ones with the crackly speakers and robotic voices, if you know what I mean. Mm, yeah. This immediately sets us off. We bolt directly down the opposite length of the trail, but the sound does not gain distance. It doesn't get closer, per se, but no matter how far we ran down the trail, this eerie voice remains the same volume, going over and over with no quieting Whew, I'm getting goosebumps. Or stopping. At this point I am convinced that we are in genuine danger, something I have felt very few times. Finally, after sprinting for who knows how long, we exit the trail, grasp gasping for breath and almost at the verge of tears of how frightening this was. We began to exit the trail, and about five minutes from the exit there was a bone shaking, heart stopping, murderous scream from directly behind us. I know what mountains lion mountain lions sound like. This was not an animal, this was not someone playing or watching a movie. This scream sent birds flying from nests and made my heart drop in my stomach. It was the most genuinely depraved and violent scream that I have ever heard. This is a true story that I have only told maybe three people, all of whom seem to brush it off as false. I've never been a person to push for the existence of paranormal or spiritual, but I genuinely believe I encountered something inhuman in those woods. No, thank you. This is the Sarah: Well Sheena: reason why I don't do the woods. Sarah: Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I mean, part of me wants to, you know, part of me wants to do the the the the wood thing. Sheena: No, thank you. Sarah: But part of me is like, no thanks. I'm I don't need it. Don't want it done, you know. all right. So my next little do do do do do hold on here. No. story went away. Where did my little Halloween ghost stories go? here we go. Okay. Sorry about that. My compute my computer went off and then my stories went away. Alright, so the next place they want to take us to it's here in Lancaster County as well. is the Fulton Theatre. Because I've heard so many ghost stories, so many experiences from the Fulton Theater. so I wanted to share one. This is actually from a skeptic. a little history in the Fulton, for those of you who aren't from Pennsylvania. The Fulton Theater sits in downtown Lancaster, and it's often called the oldest continuously operating theater in America. Its stage has hosted Mark Twain, Buffalo Bill, and some of the biggest names in American performance. But if you wanna understand why people say it's haunted, you have to start with what's underneath it. The theater was built in eighteen fifty-two and it stands on the foundation of Lancaster's colonial jail. In December of 1763, a mob of vigilantes broke into that building and murdered the last of the Conestoga people who had been slate, like in slave who had been held there for their own protection. That is the foundation. Okay. So later that's like later on to the same walls held fugitives from slavery before the site became a place of entertainment. So when people at the Fulton talk about ghosts, they're not always talking about one ghost. They're talking about a building where a great deal. So, like I said, this is coming from a skeptic. It was someone who worked in the building, and he came away with the story. So he wrote about it years later for a Lancaster newspaper. Back in the 1960s and 70s, he was a volunteer stagehand for local productions at the Fulton. And he said he heard every ghost story the theater had to offer. There were strange noises, there were ushers who got scared by patrons in the audience, who simply disappeared. It was the kind of place where everyone had a story and everyone was happy to tell it to the new kid. Then one night it was his turn. It was about 2 30 in the morning, and he was the last person in the building. He knew that because he checked. Excuse me. And he heard he heard footsteps. They weren't coming from the stage. They weren't coming from the lobby. They were coming from the very top of the theater. So from the like the cheap seats, you in the highest balcony, Sheena: Mm-hmm. Sarah: which old timers called, you know, peanut heaven. I don't know why. so somebody was up there walking around in a building this guy knew was empty. He also said he heard music and voices coming from backstage on several occasions. And on one memorable night, the music was loud enough that the audience heard it during a performance. So here's where his story gets a little interesting. After all of that, he concluded that these spirits could not be supernatural. His reason is because the voices didn't follow the proper. poltergeist protocol. They didn't groan or growl or hiss at him to get out. So yeah. Sheena: Okay. Sarah: So the woman in the hallway at Mount Joy did get that memo. she she was like, she heard the get out, you know, that whist, you know, that in that loud. he heard music, no one was playing. He heard footsteps in an empty building at 2 30 in the morning. so his explanation is basically it wasn't a ghost because ghosts are rude and these weren't these things weren't rude. So I guess he is saying this is a polite haunting, but I was also at the Fulton in my lifetime. Really exciting. We saw Dracula. We saw them do Dracula. And there were I was very little at the time, but I remember hearing ghost stories about the people who were who were in that play and like their experiences. So it was really cool. It's a it's a beautifully, it's a beautifully it's a beautiful place. But there is one more story that I wanna talk to you about from the Fulton. So there are stage hands who have seen a woman in white. There's always a woman in white, isn't there? several actors in stage hands have reported seeing her around an old wooden spiral staircase. that's backstage. The story goes that one brave stage hand finally asked her name, and she answered simply, Marie. When people went looking, they found that an actress named Marie Cahill had performed at the Fulton many times in the early 1900s. According to local lore, she has a habit of appearing to women who are performing on stage, and she's been known to scream in their ears. While they try to deliver their lines. Sheena: that's helpful. Sarah: Yeah, yeah, not helpful at all. Exactly. then there's a man known as the whistler. He's usually described in a light colored suit, brown shoes, and a straw hat. And he's c he and his calling card is sound. Actors have heard whistling, hand and hand clapping coming from backstage when no one was there. Not you know, that there's not that it's but it's loud enough to make them lose their place, like with their lines. So Sheena: Yeah. Sarah: once again, not helpful. the Whistler's most famous encounter involves a carpenter. In 1995, a construction worker was doing renovation work in a stairwell that had been closed off for years. A man appeared wearing the suit, the shoes, and the hat and asked him for a cigarette. And when he vanished, the carpenter ran out of the building, screaming onto Prince Street, and refused to come back to finish the job. Years later, A scene designer reported seeing the whistler standing at the very edge of the stage, close enough to make out the brown shoes. Last story. In the early days of the Fulton, a young actress was performing in a play. During the show, a man ran one of the lights who ran one of the lights told her afterwards that he'd seen her grandfather sitting up in the gallery watching. And that the old man had said he'd come to watch his granddaughter perform. Sheena: Okay, I was gonna say, how did they know it was her grandfather? Sarah: Yeah. She had told this guy that that was impossible because both her grandfathers had died. So I don't know but some old guy was watching his granddaughter. yeah. So I don't know. But there's a lot of really interesting stories that come from the Fulton, a lot of eerie, eerie stories. So yeah. Sheena: Yeah. Sorry, my cat is acting weird. Sarah: Mm-hmm. Sheena: Th this is a very interesting thing, you technical issues, my cat acting weird. Well, my cat's always acting weird. Sarah: Well, it's yeah, but it's also Halloween. It's also that time of year too. you get some weird things that happen. Unexplainable things. Mysterious things. I don't know. Being weird. Sheena: Alright, so for my last story, I have one from Bradley Innovates and it's called My Wendigo Encounter. So it starts off this story takes place in the backcountry of the area I grew up in. Be warned, some of this may be frightening for some. Reader discretion advised. So back in twenty nineteen I remember there being a big uproar of unknown creatures roaming the forest, Bigfoot and Skinwalkers. But this story isn't about them. This story is about probably one of the scariest things I've ever heard about. The Wendigo. A few months after one of my friends, Jacob, mentioned this big uproar, I went to go see him since I had been a away enlisted in the USMC. for the United States Marine Corps. Ooh rah, by the way. Yeah. Sarah: Exactly. Yay. Sheena: Can't do that without, hearing my dad or making my arn, my dad. Anyways. Sarah: Yeah, yeah. No, for sure. Sheena: So I got back after being discharged and one of the first things I did was go and see him. We were having a good old time, and he brought up the idea of going out to a little hangout spot his now ex girlfriend took Sarah: Thanks. Sheena: it to when they wanted to get away for a few hours. So I decided why not? So I grabbed my gun and we went out to this extremely secluded area and started messing around on the old dock that was there. It had been pretty much forgotten by the looks of it, poorly maintained, and some boards were almost completely rotted through. So about thirty minutes into our shenanigans, Jacob brought up the topic of the Wendigo. The name sounded a little scary even for me. Curious, I asked him about it. You don't do you don't say the words out in the woods? No no no. Sarah: Exactly. People don't learn. They don't learn. They think, nothing's gonna happen to me and they just do it. And it's like, no, no, don't why are you risking this? Sheena: Hmm. So he said, if you went into the woods and said Wendigo three times, you would come across the scariest looking thing you've ever seen. Me calling his bluff, I told him to prove it. To this day I wish I hadn't. And we start walking on this little path that led deep into the thick woods close to the Alabama state line. We walked for maybe 20 ish minutes and decided we were in a good spot. I feel it's worth knowing that. It had been raining a lot over the past couple of days, so the ground was completely saturated with water. I turned to Jacob, and he dares me to do it. I stood there in complete silence. The rest of the forest was almost silent as well, besides the tall pines swaying in the wind high above our heads. Reluctantly I slowly started to say it. And I'm not gonna say it again. So Then nothing happened. I let out a silent sigh of relief at the fact that nothing happened. One thing about mine and Jacob's friendship is we we loved it when one of us proved the other wrong about something. So in our friendship of ten years, I think it was one of the first times I had proven him wrong at anything. We started to talk a little bit of shit back and forth. at each other when we heard a noise in the distance. Me still having the reflexes I had from the Marines, I immediately snapped for towards the direction of the noise that we were just at, then turning oop oop, snapped towards the direction of the noise that we're just then turning into noises. I started to move closer. To those noises. Then shortly after we saw a few coyotes running across the path about 30 feet in front of us. I breathed another sigh of relief. But that relief didn't last long since I knew something was up. I didn't know what was up at first, but I just knew it was time for me and Jacob to leave. As we turned to leave the woods, all of a sudden a tall pine tree started to groan and creak as it started to come down. Noticing this and in a moment of pure instinct, I shoved Jacob forward as the tree came falling through the rest of the branches and landed right in between us. Jacob let out a cry of terror as the tree landed and I hopped the tree to get to him. I could feel his heart pe his heart pounding like a drum as I grabbed him by his shirt and yanked him to his feet. He was still terrified and practically crying as I screamed At the top of my lungs Move, Jacob, fucking move now. I spun him around real hard, causing him to fall to his knees. I quickly got him up and we both started to sprint down the path back to the direction we came. I didn't dare look back, and neither did Jacob. I was sprinting through the woods when a familiar sound came from behind me. Jacob, Jacob, come quick. It was the sound of Jacob's younger sister Olivia. He turned and tried to get past me the whole time he was screaming Olivia I stopped him and said, Jacob, look at me. It's not her. Do you hear me? It's not her. Just then another pine tree started to buckle, and I saw it just in time to tackle Jacob down to the ground as both of us were nearly crushed. I screamed at Jacob once more, Go, get out of here, go now. As I was screaming, I I pulled out my gun of my waistband and aimed it down the trail in the direction from whence we came. Jacob made it to the opening of the trail and turned back and noticed that I was still aiming my gun down the trail. Bradley, get out of there. Come on, hurry. I turned and started sprinting towards him. As I made it into the clearing a good fifty feet, I turned and me and Jacob both saw it, the thing we had ushered into showing itself the Wendigo. It stood about nine feet tall on its hind legs, there was practically no meat on its bones, it had really skinny legs and even skinnier arms. Its skin a pale white, almost like vampires, but the thing I noticed the most about it were the eyes, a vibrant blue, almost like a lightsaber blue for those who have seen Star Wars. Having had enough fear, I raised my gun and fired at the Wendigo. Jacob not sticking around to see it, if I had killed it, Turn and ran towards the car. I turned and did the same thing as he passed me. That was my first experience with this so called Wendigo and I pray almost every night I've never I never have another encounter with something that terrifying again. Sarah: No. Yeah. No, I think I would too. I think I would too. Yeah. Sheena: Yeah. Yeah. I'm not one for being out in the woods and I definitely won't be calling it. Sarah: Well, this is this story is is kinda like a park wooded, area. It's Chicke's Rock. Chickey's Rock is it sits along the Susquehanna River in Lancaster County. Once again, very close to my home. it sits between the towns of Columbia and Marietta. It's a county park of more than four hundred acres and its centerpiece is a towering outcrop of quartzites. That rises about 200 feet from the water. From the top, you can see across the river into York County, down the Marietta, and over the farmland to the northwest. So the name comes from an a Lenape word, Chickasalanga, which means place of the crayfish. Sounds peaceful. And during the day, it is. Dog walkers, hikers, picnickers fill the trails. But at night, the Park belongs to a different crowd. It's become a favorite after dark spot for local teenagers, partly because the view is beautiful, and partly because everyone knows the stories. So one of those teenagers was a girl named Brynn. In early 2024, she was 17 years old, and on a chilly evening, she and her friend drove out to the overlook after dark, the way they'd done many times before. They sat and watched the stars. They even caught a glimpse of the northern lights, which for Pennsylvania it's a miracle. It is one of those nights you hold on to. I have some great pictures when we got to see the northern lights. Sheena: Hmm. Sarah: it they came down here and they were so beautiful. I I've never yeah, I've never seen anything like that before. Anyway. so then they started to walk back to the car. It wasn't a long walk. It was about a quarter of a mile. It was cold, the woods were silent. And the only sound was the crunch of their own footsteps on the trail. These were two teenage girls alone in the dark, a long way from any from anyone. They were already on edge. And then, from the trees on their left, they heard a soft rustling. And then a single, quiet. They stopped. They looked at each other and then they ran. Yeah. Sheena: Mm, kid, kid, get it. Sarah: So the sound didn't come like the sound didn't stay behind them. they took off and the sound followed them. No matter how fast they ran. Yeah. Sheena: You're supposed to pet the kitty. Sarah: Yeah. Well, if it was just a kitty, sure. If it was just a kitty, no matter. How fast they ran, the meowing kept pace. Never any closer, never any further away, it stayed just out of sight in the dark, matching them step for step all the way down the trail. Sheena: Yeah. Sarah: They made it to the car, they slammed the doors, and the moment they were inside, the sound stopped. So question is, was it a stray cat? because most of us would want it to be, but a cat that follows two running teenagers for a quarter of a mile in the freezing dark, never once showing itself. So the local so the local storyteller. who wrote up Bryn's account offered another possibility that it wasn't a cat at all, but something that imitates the cries of animals to lure the curious off the trail. Sheena: The puck wedgie? Sarah: Yeah. Yeah. but then there's there's definitely some more stories, some more folklore. I have one more story. So, the the legend says that long ago a Sasquehannock woman named Wanu Wanuita used to slip away at night to meet her lover at the top of the rock. Her husband, Wanooga, found out. He followed them up the hill. in the shadows and he murdered her lover on the cliff. And Juanita, in grief, threw herself from the rock. So that's why this story is called Lover's Leap. And the people who tell it say her cries can still be heard in the trees. They say her husband still wanders the area near the railroad tunnel, tomahawk in hand, Looking for someone. There are other stories too, visitors have reported silent figures in old-fashioned hats standing at the edge of the cliffs watching. As recently as 2004, someone reported seeing a tall, shadowy man in a fedora style hat and a long flowing cape. Some say they've heard phantom drumming. And there's a local creature called the Albat Witch. Which is a four foot tall, hairy, apple loving figure that people have reported near the river for generations. Sheena: Hm. Sarah: So, Chicky's Rock is a legend, but it's also a real place where people have died and falls by accident and by despair. Fences protect the edge now. But definitely if you do go at night, I'd stay away from the woods. Wow. Sheena: Yeah. I would I would just be sitting there. Sarah: I I I yeah, I'm I don't think I I I don't know. If I heard that in the woods I I don't I don't think I'd look. I don't. Sheena: wood because you see all those things where the cat distribution send you know always ends up and there's kitties in the woods or in the river and I'm like No Sarah: I don't know. I don't know. I you you would think that if there's a cat there, it's gonna stay silent. Like it's not gonna try to get your attention. So why would it try to get your attention? Sheena: Depends on the cat. Sarah: Maybe. Maybe. I I I would just I would just run. If I'm not seeing if I'm not seeing Sheena: That that is one way I will that is the one way I will I will die. Sarah: little eyes on the ground like close to the ground and a little a little cat figure, no, I th I think I might leave it be. Sheena: I will die trying to pet whatever it is. Sarah: Yeah, not in the woods at night. Not in the woods at night. Yeah, not not Sheena: Well, I wouldn't be in the one tonight, so Sarah: in the woods at night. That's that's for darn sure. So Sheena: You won't catch me dead in the ho well, the only way you can catch me is dead in the woods. Sarah: Yeah. That that's about a ditto for me. It's about a ditto for me. Sheena: Yeah. So that's our little Halloween special that we're doing this year. we hope you enjoyed it. We hope some of us scared you, some of us informed you, some of us I don't know. I s I think I heard something, but I want people to let us know if they hear it too. so yeah, please rate and review us so that way we know what we're doing and Share us with a friend, somebody that you you love, somebody that you hate, yeah. Whatever it is. Sarah: Yeah. Let us know. Let us know your experiences. Let us know your friends' experiences. Reach out. there's we have a lot of ways that you can, if you through email, Facebook, Insta. just yeah, we'd love to hear from you. Sheena: Yes. And so we wanna say a very happy Halloween. Sarah: Are you really? Sheena: Stay safe. stay curious and stay weird. And you know, watch out for the devil. Sarah: Stay spooky. Yeah. That veil. That veil thins at midnight. Love you guys. Bye. Sheena: Yep. Love you guys. Bye.